Still, so still, the early morning winter stillness.
Sooo cold, night giving way to morning, the light catching and revealing the millions of tiny snow diamonds.
Yet each time they reveal themselves, my mind takes me from the first time I saw them to each time after, from the first time of trying to capture them to take to my papa to the realization that their value is in the wonder they can still give me.
There are fleeting memories attached to my snow diamonds, echoes of childhood laughter, mine and my children, the crisp crunch of snow, and the yearning of that innocence that believed that the snow diamonds were resting stars for they twinkled so.
I type this and wonder how many others were captivated by the twinkle of snow diamonds, and if they too captured in memory the wonder of it all.
